It was late at night. The moon was shining and grasshoppers were out and about. You were upon a rooftop peacefully, until you heard revving noises. You turn around and smile sinisterly.

“So.” You stood up. “Hear you’re the smart one.” You taunt.

“Oh.” He simply spoke, then steps forward, his engines on his calves revving up, prepared to go all out! “I’m a lot more than that.” He retorts in a calm voice.